Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.